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Chapter 271 Looking at My Hometown (15)
"You have been with the master for several years, how can you still say such stupid things? There is a rule for each line, this is the rule of our cleansing master. Anyone who cleans someone's body must bury the cut treasure with lime. Put it in a liter, then wrap the sheng mouth tightly with red cloth and put it on the beam. I wish that person will be promoted in red (cloth) after entering the palace. If that person gets rich one day, he will come to us to redeem It is best to bring my own body into the coffin when buried, and leave a whole body. Eunuch Qiao is different from others, he was already very old when he first cleansed himself. If it weren't for our master's superb skills, it is hard to say whether he would have survived. Besides, he was a sinner at the beginning, and that thing should have been thrown away. Our master said that no matter how serious the crime is, it will not lose the roots of a person, and make people ashamed to go underground to meet their ancestors! That's why we kept Eunuch Qiao's treasure. Come down. Now that he is a leader, it is time to thank our master for 'Bao Yi Dao'."

The body purifier, Bao Yidao, has a dark complexion, a short beard, and sits majestically with his eyes squinted.Qiao Yun was sitting at the other end, and standing behind him was a famous little fireman holding a big red gift list, who was reading the list clearly: "200 taels of silver, one piece of sea dragon skin, one piece of fox leg, one piece of otter, and one piece of dyed mink. One piece, ten pieces of Han brocade, ten pieces of Huhuan cloth, ten pieces of western cloth, and thirty pieces of other flower-shaped ruler heads, one stone of white rice, one stone of rouge rice, one stone of white glutinous rice, thirty dendrobiums of variegated grain, and dragon Two pigs, two green sheep, five fresh chickens, five fresh ducks, and five fresh geese each, ten catties of sturgeon fish, twenty catties of prawns, twenty catties of dried shrimps, ten loads of cloves, ten catties of borneol, and twenty catties of official candles , twenty catties of silver frost charcoal, and fifty catties of charcoal."

The corners of Bao Yidao's eyes finally opened, and he raised a vigorous and thin hand high.But I saw a rope slowly falling from the beam, and a Misheng was tied to the rope.A servant untied the bag and brought it forward, wrapped a knife and blew on a piece of ashes-covered red cloth covering the mouth of the bag, and dusted it off, "Grandpa Qiao, there are two pills in one bag, all of them are inside."

Qiao Yun held it with both hands, got up and walked out without saying a word.A figure with broad shoulders and thin waist, straight and slender.The attendant Xiaohuo blocked the servants and bearers who were chasing after him, "Elder-in-law said that no one should follow, he wants to walk alone."

From the sunshine to the sunset, Qiao Yun walked around the corners and alleys of Beijing with this pet in his arms.In his memory, there was once a young man who wandered in this city like this. Every time he passed the rich gate and the red wall, the young man looked up, convinced that one day he would have the rich gate, the red wall and everything behind him. : Money, power, women, glorious lintel, full of children and grandchildren.Qiao Yun dared to bet that it would be difficult for the young man to imagine how desolate he would be after many years, just as he is now unable to recall the lofty sentiments of the year.It's like a dream, but the dream is not so absurd. They took away a few weights from his one-hundred-pound body, and they took everything from him, and everything he had was stuffed into a bag. The Mi Sheng filled with quicklime was placed on the highest beam, even if he finally reunited with this Sheng after a long absence, and put the few taels of dried meat in it intact with the rich family red wall and the house full of children and grandchildren. , when he hugged his bloody ambitions and dreams tightly to his chest, he still lost them forever.

Tears flowed crazily from Qiao Yunze's pale face. He knew that passers-by were peeping at him, and he also knew from the back that he was still majestic. But as soon as he turned his face, revealing his terrifyingly smooth lips, cheeks and chin, it was as if he had been taken off his pants and placed in a square where everyone could watch.His person and his life are just as unbearable to look back on.However, he turned his head - at this moment, someone tapped him on the shoulder twice.

Qiao Yunze's eyes gradually revealed their light.Holding Mi Sheng with his genitals in his arms, he saw the man behind him face to face.

This is Qiao Yunze's second reunion in a day, after a long absence.

9.
The fine days flew by quickly, and in late August, the imperial court decreed the date of the emperor's wedding and personal administration next year, and announced that on the Double Ninth Festival this year, the emperor Qi Hong, who had recovered from a long illness, would make an official appearance and preside over the ceremony in person.There are rumors in the inner palace that since the emperor moved back to the Qianqing Palace, the regent has been visiting every day, and the uncle and nephew often have long talks for hours on end, and their relationship is harmonious.Originally, it had been rumored for many years that Nightmare Town was actually usurping the throne by the regent king. Now that the restoration is imminent, it is really confusing to outsiders. Many people who claim to have insight into the inside story jumped out one after another. What kind of There are all kinds of sayings, from barnyard officials and unofficial history to strange forces and chaotic gods, and there are even some who use the five elements and gossip to analyze interests and interpret current affairs.And only the two most silent authorities understand that the world is changeable only because of human nature; the world is constant only because of human nature.

In late autumn, when a sycamore leaf falls and maple spits out flames, the Palace of Qianqing is exhausting its thoughts for the highly anticipated appearance on September [-]; Heavenly, permanent retreat.

At night, there were several thunderclaps outside the Furong Pond, and an autumn rain fell suddenly.The rain beat the plantains lightly, and swept the autumn windows indiscriminately.By the window, Qingtian watched the leaf shadows falling into the rain, turned around silently, stared at him clearly, "I'm leaving for Gubeikou the day after tomorrow, and there is no turning back after this trip, have you really thought about it?"

Qi She leaned on the soft couch in front of the half-wall pinned with gold inlaid treasures, and her robes were covered with magnificent phoenix-tail patterns. "Are you afraid that I will repent?"

"I am afraid that you will regret it, and I am even more afraid that you will regret it."

"Regret what?"

Qingtian sighed slightly, his voice was thin and his clothes were thin, "Everyone in the world says 'a man should not be without power for a day'. What is power? It is the dragon chair in the Golden Luan Hall. All men in the world can't ask for more, no matter in terms of literature or martial arts. The closer you are to that chair, the better, and the closer you are, the more power you have. You are already very close to the dragon chair today, and you just have to sit down, not to mention that you fought hard to get it. You throw All of this is what you get in return. What you get back is just a home that can't be more ordinary. To put it bluntly, "the wife and children are hot on the kang". Who doesn't live like this, and who cares about this kind of life? Third Lord , you must think clearly, your decision is to throw away what everyone dreams of, and to exchange for what everyone despises. In the future, when you relive the superb scenery of the past years overlooking all living beings in your dreams, after waking up There will be only me and the children in front of me, I am afraid that our faces, which are either too old or too immature, really cannot afford your Nanke Yimeng."

After listening, Qi She meditated for a moment, and then smiled deeply, "Your speech is good, 'a man should not be powerless for a day'. I don't know why other people need power, but I know why I I need it, because I have no choice. I was born in a family that lived on power. If I have the power, I will be at the top of the sky, and I will be called a sage. The third-class slaves dare to shout at me. Once the power is in hand, even the emperor himself dare not say a word in front of me. It's not that I'm desperately fighting for power, but that if I don't have power, I won't Fate. I had to step on the dead end, and crawled to the dragon chair of the Golden Luan Hall. You said I was "almost sitting down", to put it politely, I actually sat down a long time ago, and the feeling in it Be clear. Say you are an orphan, a widow, always remember that you are a person, and then keep an eye on the other people around you, and if necessary, kill each of them, no matter what kind of blood, relatives, and internal officials, all follow me. Those who oppose me will perish, fathers will kill fathers and Buddhas will kill Buddhas, just like my father did—just like I did myself."

Qi She laughed self-deprecatingly, and there was a touch of sadness in the laughter, "After the serious illness last year, I have been reflecting on one thing, that is, how did my hatred for my father turn me into him in the end. I kept saying I went to war with him, but in fact, I completed his unfinished war, flattened his mother clan for him, opened up territory for him, my ambition, my desire for power, and my actions all told me that I It's his son, or rather, it's all telling him—all just to tell him: I'm his son, and I'm loyal to him. God knows, I still dream of him, standing by my bed, holding That bloody knife. The last time I had this dream was four months ago. At the moment I woke up from the dream, I suddenly realized that my resemblance to my father and my loyalty to him were not for anything else but for Fear. It’s like, there are only two people in this world, me and my father. If I don’t become him, wielding power and deciding life and death, I will become myself—the former self, the one who was persecuted by my father wantonly. A child waiting to die. Does that sound absurd? I can hardly believe that the old man has long since rotted into ashes in his seven-story coffin, and I am still playing this Game of Thrones with him endlessly: father and son, Strong and weak, conspiracy, blood, killing, and then the next round, never ending. This game has been played since I landed, and I have played enough to this day. I hate playing either side of it again. He's just a poor creature full of fear, so pitiful that only when the whole world pays homage to him can he feel the slightest bit of safety.

(End of this chapter)